Never a smile to be kept
In a chest
At the foot of my bed…
Nor was your heart given,
As you hid my smile
Within the pages of your diary.
The only laughter heard
Was from the echoes of the past
Published by Robert E Cano II
Poetry was my first foray into writing. Freeverse, complete with the requisite teenage angst that's far too overplayed, and then finally form poetry in various forms. Now, I'm a writer of short stories, novellas, novels and various forms of commentary, along with my first love - poetry. I am an editor as well, seeking to help my fellow authors in their endeavors to produce quality work.
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